She’s leaning on his lap as they sit by the fire. Look at them, all smug and happy, thinking that the world is theirs for the taking. Like they can just walk all over people because they’re talented or famous or good looking.

Well fuck you, Ginny Weasley. You think you just can date me for almost a year and then throw me to the crows as soon as you get a better offer? You think you can simply chew me up and spit me out whenever it suits you?

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man,
And bring him to the ground.

You can beat him.
You can cheat him.
You can treat him bad and leave him,
When he's down

Screw you, Harry Potter. You think that you can just take my girlfriend and be done with it? You think that just because Ginny and I got in a fight you can swoop in just after we broke up and steal her away? Well, you can’t. Whatever happened to the Bro Code anyway?

I suppose I should have seen it coming. It’s a thought that strikes me several times a day when I’m walking down the corridor to class and I see them there, holding hands. Or when I have to see Potter’s stupid face in my dormitory. Or when I hear extreme amounts of gossip circulating around the school about whether Ginny’s seen Harry’s hippogriff or a Hungarian Horntail or whatever animal tattoo he’s apparently got on his chest. (And, for the record, he hasn’t even got one. I’ve lived with the prat for six years; I would know.)

Ginny Weasley has always had a reputation as a perpetual tease. She’s probably been in love with Potter for her whole damn life and she’s just been stringing along every boy she can get her grubby mitts on. Or maybe she’s just trying to go through all the blokes in our year. I mean, she started out with Neville at the Yule Ball and then that Michael Corner chap in Ravenclaw, then me for a year,and now I guess Harry’s her latest prey. I would feel bad for the bloke if I didn’t want to punch the bloody git in the face so much.

How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you, when you're gone?
You took me for everything that I had
And kicked me out on my own.

I suppose she’s just going to have to stop with Harry, though. She can’t very well date Ron and I swear if she even goes near Seamus, I’ll kill both of them.

It really shouldn’t have been such a big slap in the face when Harry started snogging her at the Quidditch Party. I suppose I shouldn’t have broken my glass, but I’d genuinely thought that we had a chance of getting back together. ‘Suppose I never could have competed with the Chosen One, though.

Are you happy, are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat?

But no matter how I feel about it, my relationship with Ginny Weasley is over; I have to move on. It can still make me sick to watch them flirt and be happy, though. It can make me want to pull out my wand and hex everyone in the room, but I'll restrain myself. I will not sink to her level. Fucking Bat-Boogey Hexes. I used to think that they were impressive. Now I know that they show a lack of control. I suppose her magic isn’t the only think Ginny Weasley can’t control.

But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you.
I'm standing on my own two feet.

I motion to Lavender across the common room. We’ve both been dumped by Weasleys. We’ve both had an unfair end to an uneven relationship. We’ve both loved someone who favoured someone else. We both had no chance. Lavender understands.

She nods and follows me out of the common room. I don’t even look back at Ginny and Harry. I don’t care. I’m empty towards both of them. All feelings lost.

I stop in an empty corridor and pull Lavender into a niche in the wall. She brings her lips to mine as we both try to block out the betrayal we still feel.

Another one bites the dust.
Another one bites the dust.
Another one bites the dust.
Another one bites the dust…

A/N: Woah there, I don’t even know how this got here, but it did. It started out completely different, which makes me nervous as to whether this version is actually any good. Obviously, that is why I would greatly appreciate a review!

This was written for Cartoonheart94's ABBA vs. Queen Challenge. I’m on Team Queen (although I have to admit, I’m slightly more of an ABBA fan). Therefore, all the italicized lyrics are from Queen’s song “Another One Bites the Dust” and do not belong to me.

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